Lincoln walked the hallway off the company, head lowered and arms hidden inside his pocket.
He was thinking, wondering what exactly Preston was up to.
He didn't seem at all bothered that Evelyn wasn't bowing to his proposal at all. And the Preston he knew would've lost it by no—
Someone snatched him, shoving him into the closet room on the left-hand side. The person shut and locked the door, and when he turned, he was taken aback, his brows lifted.
"Brandon!" He glared at him. "What are you doing—"
"What is Preston planning, uncle?" Brandon questioned, tone pressing.
Lincoln blinked. "What?"
"What is his plan?" Annoyance was written all over his face. "You heard him in the boardroom. He clearly isn't done with Evelyn and I'm sure you know what he's up to."
"Why would I know that?!"
